I have just gotten back from lunch with Philip. We talked about small things before he returned home. Still, it was a long and strange night to recover from.
Yesterday, Amy had once again fixed the museum's schedule so that neither of us were actually needed at the exhibit installation, apparently having enlisted the efforts of our interns and volunteers again. However, she planned another game night with Philip, though this time it hadn't ended quite the same. He still won but... I suppose I'm not used to this. Not that I have complaints, short of wondering where Amy had gone to in the morning. I'm sure she'll come home before dinner, though I might drop in on the museum before then to see how the installation went.
( Poker NightCollapse )
( The Spoils of the GameCollapse )
( The Next MorningCollapse )
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